Put in Their Place Part 2: Nate vs. Himself

A new story, Part 2 following this seductive mistress. Enjoy!

The Hogan household sits in a well off neighborhood where it could shine without standing out. Mister and Misses Hogan have good jobs that allow Carrie and Nate to live luxuriously, without any care or concerns outside of those they give themselves. They have a lovely in-ground swimming pool in their backyard, which rests near a nice large tree, not too close as to block the sun, but close enough that one can leaf gaze, if they so wanted to from the inside of the 6 foot deep, rectangular pit of water the family spent the equivalent of a couple cashier's annual salaries to command Mexicans to dig, plaster and fill. 

Their yard is surrounded by a chain link fence that has a strong resemblance to a prison, standing at an almost awkward height of 10 feet. Mrs. Hogan is quick to tell anyone who'd listen that she did not want a 10 foot tall chain link fence to surround her backyard, and is more hesitant, but far further in animation, to blame the Mexicans she hired for believing that she wanted a 10 foot tall chain link fence. She'd say that they're used to walls of that size, and would easily find a way to use this as a transition into politics, which would be most people's cue to go do something else. 

However, if you were to ask the responsible Mexicans in question their side of the coin, they'd promptly respond with a well rehearsed retort, one that should not surprise anyone to hear, spoken in a thick and clear accent, "Yo no hablo ingles." 

This may of been a cause for the misunderstanding. 

However, despite this 'blunder', Carrie and Nate's parents have given their kids a good life, where the two siblings can do basically whatever it is they want, mostly to themselves, as their parents six figure jobs leave them unable to spend much time at home. Nate finds this preferable, as he enjoys time to himself and being as disconnected as possible, not caring to appear standoffish. In fact, he'd prefer it if he did. 

Put in Their Place Part 1: A Day of Firsts

This is a two parter, with the next one coming pretty soon. Enjoy ;)



Carrie Hogan attends a nearby college and takes pleasure in most of her experiences there. She enjoys her classes, and even likes having some of the boys around as well. Some boys seemed to enjoy having her around even more. 

Her long luscious and wavy brown hair sat on her shoulders behind her beautiful face, full lips, little nose and heavy coca eyes that were easy to stare at and assume that twinkle was directed at you. No matter how easy it was to get lost in her face, it was even easier to get hypnotized by the 2 large melons that swung in her bosom with every swing and the 2 balloons that bounced below her hips, with each step forward. Tall for a girl, her long legs seemed to stretch up into herself for a mile. She was ogled by the boys and envied by the girls. 

"Nate, do you have any tests today?" Carrie asked from the driver seat. She looked to her right and glared at her younger brother who seemed very interested in not acknowledging his sister. 

Carrie shook her head and faced the road. She turned into Saint Bernard High School and dropped Nate off at school. 

"Have a good day Nate!" Carrie said. Nate barely let his sister finish her sentence before he opened the door and left the car. Carrie watched her brother walk into school and she sighed out and drove away. 

"Fucking asshole." Carrie spat aloud. 

To Excite, or Not to Excite

Saint Bernard High School sat in the same place it’s been sitting since it was erected all those years ago. Since then, many different boys have come and left, joked and laughed, studied and slept, passed and failed, and of course, as it is an all boys High School, sacked and cried. 

These things will keep on happening, and there isn't much that can be done to change that. This is because, boys will be boys. Especially when there aren't any girls around. The only thing that can stop boys from being smelly and silly is a reason for them to be something different. Without girls, most boys wouldn't find a reason. 

However, just because there is no reason for boys to be decent at Saint Bernard High School, doesn't mean that there is no reason for us to follow them. Stories aren't told of decent people. Stories are told of people who excite us. 

A Forgetful and Quick Football Practice

“Is it Nick with a k or an h?” Justin asked. 

“With a K. Only losers spell it with an h.”

"Of course, I shouldn't of even asked." Justin responded. 

"I agree. You're dumber than you look."

Justin frowned. "Come on, that's not true."

Nick responded with a friendly smile. The two handsome lads were running laps together outside. They were both a part of the football team, and both were shirtless, wearing Saint Bernard Sweats, which are just normal sweats but with a Buffalo and a gold and blue S B underneath. 

"Tell yourself that if it makes you feel better." Nick joked. 

"Fuck off..."

"Doesn't matter, anyways. You're pretty enough to be stupid." 

Justin chuckled, nodding his head. "You are right about that." 

Some Books With Busts!

A post for those of you interested in books, and perhaps expanding your literary library, or just looking for some decent busts in 'quality' literature, or whatever. There are a couple busts in some books I've read, and thought I could share it with you lot! 

Andrew's First Time

This is a new story in a new 'universe'. It's short, and based pretty strongly off this kid I used to be forced to spend some time with. I'll probably go back to these sort of stories every now and then, because I do think about him a lot. Hope you guys enjoy!

I still remember the first time I busted Andrew. I was in 8th grade at the time, and him in 6th. I know there tends to be this ‘stigma’ especially in Middle and High School, where interacting with the younger kids made you weird, but I always liked them. They always looked up to you, in a sense, and it was easier to do what I wanted around them. Part of it was there's less stress involved around them, you don't have to impress them or anything. And I can kinda have my way, and if they didn't want to, I'd always find a way to impose. They were smaller, a bit dumber, and all around, more easy to kinda just… well, do what I want. More helpless. Maybe that makes me a bully, I don't know. He deserved it though.

Andrew had light brown hair, and he was honestly pretty annoying. Cute, but annoying. A really boyish face with pretty, green eyes, small and sweet smile when he said something he found enjoyable. Was always a good weight, and it was hard to see him in an unattractive light, at least physically. But again, despite how cute I found him, he was really annoying.

Especially during this time, he was very fixated on typical ‘cool guy stuff’. Like, he was really into cars and monster trucks. He loved sports, loved to show off. Loved heavy metal music, girls, and basically everything you associate with all of that stuff. Now, there’s nothing wrong with enjoying those things, but with Andrew, it felt like he was doing it for his image. It felt fake, and it made me just want to rip that shit down, and make sure he knows he isn't anywhere near as cool as he think he is. Make him feel like an absolute bitch. Make him hate being what he tried so hard to prove he was, a human being with a dick and balls. I could do that to Andrew, because I was bigger. Him being cute was just icing on the cake that I could not wait to dig into.